Promenading throught the wooden floored kitchen savoring the aroma of "my house". Whizzing across the carpet about as cushiony as a full fluffy cloud I jump onto my formless creamy couch and build up that astounding sensation. Running up the stairs dashing with ability, feeling my sister crawl along up behind me. I finally reach the top as if I had been climbing Mount Everest. Then I stampeeded to my bedroom, which is like a sanctuary, and lock the door. This is what home feels like and should feel like.
Mi casa
By: Casey Balson
Promenading throught the wooden floored kitchen savoring the aroma of "my house". Whizzing across the carpet about as cushiony as a full fluffy cloud I jump onto my formless creamy couch and build up that astounding sensation. Running up the stairs dashing with ability, feeling my sister crawl along up behind me. I finally reach the top as if I had been climbing Mount Everest. Then I stampeeded to my bedroom, which is like a sanctuary, and lock the door. This is what home feels like and should feel like.